The view from here is always breath taking. With the sun rising from my back, casting a long shadow before me, I draw my sword sit and wait. With last nights events weighing on my mind I try to focus on the days events.
With a smile I see in the distance my reason to continue the fight. Such a strange contrast of the beauty she posses and the blood stained battle field. This time the two little faces aren't standing behind her, but in front watching my every move. This poses a serious issue (since problems always have solutions). How to win this battle and not let them see. She smiles and reads my mind, sending them off to play.
That smile, that beautiful smile, lights a fire of burning desire in my heart. A passion, A pain. A fear. Kingdoms would fall just to see it. Clergy would sin just to feel its warmth. A warrior would gladly give up his life for a glimpse. I would fight through hell itself just to see it more often. That smile. I wonder if she knows what that smile means to me. I can still see it clearly in my mind. I can still taste her kiss. I an still feel her embrace.
Movement catches out of the corner of my eye. I see little man watching, listening. A knowing smile darts across his face. His is different. It has mischief and mayhem for company. My resolve is renewed. The pain of losing just to win.
Standing and sheathing my weapon, useless in this type of battle. A fight where not a drop of blood will be shed, but pain . A pain that will scar forever. A scar thats unseen. The knowledge isn't power in this fight, its crippling. It's a death worse than a thousand tortures. A death I must face alone. My thoughts race at a pace I have never before imagined. Then I see her smile. Time slows. My heart grows. In this instance. In this moment. I feel more alive more alert.
Then I see the tear. She knows. She knows the pain. I can see it in those beautiful green eyes. Who could have caused that much pain? How can she endure that much pain? My battle seems insignificant beside her. Why do I even waste my time? How could I have been so blind?
I see her now. Where was she hiding? The mirrored image of her mothers beauty. I see what shes hiding inside. A pain that runs as deep as her mother's. Her smile is playful yet knowing. A knowledge thats way beyond her years. This battle before me means nothing now. The lives and loves of these three mean more now. My life means nothing if a tear falls.
The closer I get to image the clearer I see. On bended knee I pledge:
With this sword I protect your lives.
With these hands I surrender mine.
With this heart I promise to love you.
As I walk back to the clearing I begin to understand. I know who I am now. Its with this knowledge I can truly say I love you. And with this knowledge comes a power. An awakening. A surrendering. Then I hear it. Her voice, like a melody. Causing me to stop. The words that become my war cry. The words that would forever change the course of my life. I hear them, softly spoken.
" I love You"
